Love is stupid. It has nothing to do with reason. You love whomever you love.

It seems better to me for a child to have these skills and never use them, than not have them and one day need them," she said.

Why does everybody throw every troublesome thing into the river?

It was a strange monster, for beneath its exterior it was frightened and sickened by its own violence. It chastised itself for its savagery. And sometimes it had no heart for violence and rebelled against it utterly.

It's as if when I open myself up to every perception, things create their own focus.

What a horrifying notion," he said. "A creature with the power to take over one's mind.

Dear Brigan, she thought to herself. People want incongruous, impossible things. Horses do, too.